I find myself here often in the strange emotional peaks of my life.
It isn't the best place to eat. It's not cheap. I wonder often why the
company, which so long has neglected this division, bother still to keep
it around.
But there is a consistency in mediocracy for these Zellers Restaurants.
I eat here when I feel beat and nostalgic. There is a certain style to
them. The waitress (and only waitresses) never get you that coffee you
ordered. She is slow to give out the menu, even slower to take the
order. Some poor shmuck of a chef is doing god knows what with the food.
It gets here kind of cold ...
Like now -- I order a chop steak dinner and I am still enjoying the cold
meat doused with A1 sauce.
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